I do not want to be like you, nor your father, nor his father, and I do not want to be like Adam Gaudylock.

I want to be like my mother's folk.

You've no right to keep me planting and suckering and cutting and firing and planting again, as though I were a negro! Negroes don't care, but I care! I'm not your slave.

Tobacco! I hate the sight of it, and the smell of it! There's too much tobacco raised in Virginia.

You fought the old King because he was a tyrant, but you would make me spend my life in the tobacco-field! You are a tyrant, too.